Stevie Woods:author of gay romantic fiction

September 16, 2012

25% Excerpt: m/m historical, Stone by Stone

Here’s another of my twice weekly 25% excerpts, which as the title suggests begin a quarter of the way into a book. Last Sunday I posted an excerpt from my first published short story, this week it’s from my last novel to be released, the Tudor historical, Stone by Stone – and by chance this excerpt includes an erotic interlude:)

Mark paced the rear of the library, waiting for Andrew to appear. Mark had been feeling confused since he had sent Andrew away from the workshop earlier in the day. Andrew’s determination to kiss him, against Mark’s wishes had been both disturbing—and exciting—and Mark wasn’t quite sure how he felt about it.

Andrew’s behaviour in the refectory a short time ago hadn’t made Mark feel any better. Mark enjoyed the occasions he had been able to sit beside the man, conversing with him about ordinary everyday subjects. They were unable to indulge in their sensual sparring in such a public place, of course, and, though Mark enjoyed that, he also liked the more relaxed atmosphere at mealtimes. Today, for the first time, Andrew had chosen a seat on the other side of the table rather than sit next to Mark.

Mark didn’t know whether Andrew was angry with him. When they’d parted, Andrew had been apologetic and it didn’t make sense he would now be angry, but neither did it make sense to Mark that Andrew would avoid him. Then Andrew had smiled, briefly, but the smile was directed at Mark and, even though he was confused, Mark chose to take it as a good sign.

Yet he had been waiting in the library now for fifteen minutes and had begun to think Andrew wasn’t going to turn up after all. Perhaps he had been scared off by what Mark had said to him in the workshop earlier and that was why he hadn’t taken his usual place at table and why he wasn’t keeping their appointment. Reluctantly, Mark decided he had been a fool; he should have kissed Andrew when he had the chance. He knew the man would be leaving soon. After all, how long would it take for the commissioner to complete his investigation?

Sighing, Mark slowly began to walk towards the entrance. He hadn’t gone very far when he saw Andrew hurrying down the narrow passageway toward him.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” Andrew said as soon as he saw Mark.

“I thought you weren’t coming. I was leaving.”

“I was on the way here when the prior stopped me. The first time he has really spoken to me except in Sir Richard’s presence since I arrived and he chooses now to do it,” Andrew grumbled.

“What did he want?” Mark asked, as he retraced his path to the rear of the library.

“You needn’t be concerned,” Andrew reassured him. “He wanted to know how much longer Sir Richard’s study would take.”

“I was wondering that myself.” Mark hesitated and then decided he should be honest. “When I thought you weren’t coming, I wished I had kissed you earlier. I was angry at myself for—”

“No. You were right. It was too risky. I had no right to try to force you. We should also be careful here in case Brother Aloysius takes it on himself to visit again.” Andrew sighed. “You’re also right, of course, that I won’t be here for much longer. I imagine Sir Richard will have all the information he needs by tomorrow evening.”

“Do not concern yourself over Brother Aloysius appearing tonight. He was not very well today and visited the infirmarian, who told him to rest,” Mark said, and Andrew heaved a sigh of relief. “So you will be leaving the day after tomorrow?”

“Most likely.” Andrew took a deep breath. “Mark, I understand if that’s not enough for you. If—”

“I wish it could be for longer,” Mark interrupted, “but I’m not going to let this pass. I admit I don’t entirely understand my own reaction, what it is about you…but I’m drawn to you, Andrew, and it feels so good.”

Andrew stepped closer. “Can I kiss you now?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

The kiss began gently enough, but soon Andrew was thrusting his tongue deeply inside Mark’s mouth, tasting every surface. Mark responded passionately. Andrew pressed closer, and Mark couldn’t help but feel just how much Andrew wanted this, too.

A need for air broke them apart and Andrew leaned in to rest his forehead against Mark’s. “I wish there was somewhere else we could be together. There are certain things I would like to try with you, Mark, but I don’t think most of them are very comfortable without a cot, or at least a blanket.”

Mark smiled. “I know, but it has to be here and it would be rather suspicious to bring even a blanket into the library.” Andrew sighed dramatically, making Mark grin. “But, when I was a rather wild youth, a certain friend and I managed to enjoy each other in some rather inventive ways.”

“Oh, yes?”

“I was amazed at what we could do as long as we had something solid behind our backs. Or if you need to be horizontal, we could make quite a comfortable bed out of our clothing.”

Andrew’s fingers were weaving delicate, intoxicating patterns on Mark’s neck. “I suppose it depends on what you want to do against this wall or on this bed of robes,” Andrew said, his voice deeper.

Mark gasped as Andrew leaned in and kissed the spot he had been caressing on Mark’s neck.

“Anything,” Mark whispered, “anything you want.”

“You, Mark…I want you. Will you let me?”

“Yes, yes.” He knew he should feel it was wrong to even consider such a thing, but all he knew was his body was crying out for this man’s touch.

“Take this off,” Andrew said, brushing his hand down the front of Mark’s habit. “I’ve wondered for days what you wear underneath it. I didn’t think you were the kind of man to wear those underpants the order allows, but I wasn’t sure.”

Mark smiled but didn’t answer, at least not with words. He pulled his scapular over his head and laid it carefully over a stool by the table. Holding Andrew’s gaze, Mark began to unfasten his cincture, which he placed on top of his scapular.

“Are you staying fully clothed?”

Andrew grinned. “I was too involved watching you.” Andrew unfastened his jerkin, never taking his eyes off Mark.

Mark couldn’t help but return the grin, though he delayed removing any more clothes until Andrew had taken off some of his. After the jerkin, Andrew slipped his shirt off, and Mark stepped closer, gingerly reaching out to feel the warm skin that enticed him to touch. His fingers brushed the fine hair on Andrew’s chest and he circled each nipple carefully. Andrew shivered at the gentle caress.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” Andrew begged.

Mark stepped back, reached down and, grasping the hem of his tunic, he lifted it up and began to remove it. Andrew was watching, and Mark could almost feel his hunger. It was invigorating to be so desired. Mark had never sensed such feelings in a lover before. Mark dropped his tunic and before it hit the floor, Andrew had his hands on Mark’s chest, one hand just resting there over his heart, a heart beating faster by the second.

Their eyes met for a moment before Andrew slowly looked down Mark’s body, smiling as he did so at the lack of any underpants.

“I knew I was right,” Andrew murmured. “Oh, and look at that…you blush everywhere.”

Andrew leaned in and kissed Mark again.

Mark pressed himself closer, his hands plucking at Andrew’s nipples. Andrew gasped and broke the kiss. Mark frowned for a second, then he realized Andrew was removing the rest of his clothes.

“Look at you,” Mark said. “You are… I want to say beautiful but—”

“But what?” Andrew stepped closer again.

“I didn’t know how you…if you… After all, you’re not a woman.”

“So only women can be beautiful? I don’t think that’s true. There are many things I think of as being beautiful.” Andrew put his hands on Mark’s waist. “You, for example.” He pulled Mark flush against him and kissed him.

Mark could feel Andrew’s erection digging into his thigh and he squirmed, his own cock hard and jutting. Andrew broke the kiss, staring into Mark’s eyes as he slowly slid down his body to kneel at his feet. He dropped his eyes as he took hold of Mark’s cock, glanced up again as he wrapped his lips around the tip.

“Andrew,” Mark gasped, to cry out a second later when Andrew tongued his slit. Mark grabbed onto Andrew’s head and his left shoulder, his fingers digging in. It had been years since anyone had touched Mark in a sexual way, let alone in such a deeply intimate manner. Mark’s head was spinning and his heart was pounding. Then Andrew’s mouth opened wide and swallowed Mark whole until he felt himself hit the back of Andrew’s throat, and Mark shuddered. Andrew pulled back, sucking and licking as he did so, then he swallowed Mark again. Mark stuffed a hand into his mouth to stop his scream escaping.

Mark looked down, awed at the sight of his cock in Andrew’s mouth, his gaze fixed on Mark’s face. Mark reached down and brushed Andrew’s hair off his forehead, his fingers lingering on the warm skin.

“You really are beautiful,” Mark said.

Andrew pulled back and smiled, tightened his hold on Mark’s waist, and went down on him again. Andrew sucked and licked, his tongue dragging along the vein underneath Mark’s cock. Mark’s legs began to shake, and Andrew took his length all the way in until Mark’s cock hit the back of his throat again. Mark closed his eyes as he felt his orgasm rising within him and he tried to back away a little, but Andrew wouldn’t let him, holding Mark close as he climaxed, swallowing every drop Mark produced. Mark felt as if his legs wouldn’t hold him, but then he felt Andrew pull him down into his embrace.

<end excerpt>

For more information and to purchase the novel which is available in both ebook and print, visit: http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/StoneByStone.html

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